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POLYJUICE POTION

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Ravenclaw!Hongjoong x Ravenclaw!fem reader

Word count: 2,800

Note: These Hogwarts imagines are from my Wattpad from 2022, so keep in mind that there will not be any continuations or extra parts. Imagines for the other members will be posted in the following weeks!

"Man, I didn't study." San dropped his head onto the dining hall table with a soft thump.

"Again." Hongjoong added, causing the Slytherin to pout in response.

You chuckled, watching the two.

"You never study, San." Hongjoong pointed out.

"He's right." You added.

"I do sometimes." San argued.

"Not this time."

San frowned. "What am I gonna do? I have a herbology test in fifteen minutes and my grades are horrible."

"Cram, I guess." Hongjoong shrugged.

"You know, some people do better when they cram last minute." You supplied, trying to cheer your close friend up a little.

"I'm doomed either way." The Slytherin dropped his head in defeat.

"Don't be like that." Hongjoong told him.

"Hongjoong is right. If you think about it, a little studying is better than no studying at all."

"She has a point." Your fellow Ravenclaw agreed.

"Well, I'd love to stay here and see where this goes, but I have a transfiguration class to get to. Good luck, San."

"Yeah." He grumbled discouragingly.

"See you after potions, Hongjoong." You waved, walking off to class.

You were actually hoping to talk to San without Hongjoong around, but seeing as your poor Slytherin friend was in a predicament, and not alone, you chose to wait and chat later.

Once you left the dining hall, San continued to mope, muttering to himself about how he was going to totally fail.

"Wait. I got it!" San lifted his head, his eyes brightening as an idea popped into his mind. "You have a free period, right Hongjoong?"

"Yes."

"Could you do me a favor?"

"That depends."

"Can you use a Polyjuice potion and take my herbology test for me?"

Hongjoong's eyes widened at the absurd idea.

"You want me to pretend to be you?"

San nodded vigorously with hopeful eyes.

"No way." The Ravenclaw shook his head.

"Please?"

"No. Do you know how hard it'll be to get it done in time?"

"I have everything." He quickly supplied.

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes in speculation.

San clasped his hands together, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout as he begged the older wizard. "Hongjoong, please. Just this once and I'll never ever ask again."

"What do I get in return?" He quirked a brow, his arms crossed expectantly over his chest.

"I'll buy you whatever you want from Honeydukes."

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want."

"Alright. Deal."

San and Hongjoong left the dining hall and made their way down the long corridors of the school, the younger Hogwarts student practically vibrating with excitement. He—Hongjoong was totally going to ace this test for him. He swears he'll study next time, promising himself to make an attempt to do better with his academic work.

"Just let me go into my dormitory and get the stuff. I'll be out before you can say Honeydukes."

Hongjoong hated how chipper San was about this situation. He just gets to hide out while Hongjoong does the dirty work. It hardly seems fair. At least he would be getting sweets out of this deal. Hongjoong smiled at the thought, practically tasting the Cauldron Cake and Fizzing Whizbees.

San returned with a small burlap bag clutched in his hand and a small cauldron hidden under his robes, gesturing for the two to make their way to the bathrooms. Maneuvering around the many students lingering in the hallway, San and Hongjoong snuck off to the boys restrooms to prepare the potion.

"You know once finals roll around you can't cheat, right? They charm the writing quills and parchment." Hongjoong mentioned as he dropped in a small cluster of knotgrass, watching it melt into the thick liquid inside the cauldron.

"I know, I know." San muttered, playing with a loose string on his robes.

The oldest stirred the substance that began to slowly bubble and thicken, tossing in the last few ingredients.

"Ugh. That smells awful." San commented as he pinched his nose.

"You're not the one that has to drink it." Hongjoong pointed out bitterly. "Now come here."

San moved closer to the Ravenclaw who grabbed a strand of his hair, yanking it from his head.

"Ouch!" He whimpered, rubbing his scalp.

"Payback." Hongjoong commented, dropping the wisp into the roiling substance.

Plucking one measly hair from San's head wasn't nearly the amount of payback he deserved for putting Hongjoong in this situation, but it was enough for the moment. Hongjoong would decide if his younger friend needed further punishment after this situation plays out. If all goes well, then all San lost was a strand of hair.

"You're doing me a huge favor." San told his friend, noticing the bitter expression etched on his face. "I promise I'll study more."

"You'd better." Muttered Hongjoong as he stared at the icky substance in the ladle, his stomach churning in response. "Remember, you owe me." He reminded the Slytherin.

"Of course." San nodded.

And with that, Hongjoong downed the mixture, cringing immediately at the taste. He then started coughing, feeling the potion take effect.

After a few agonizing moments, he stumbled over to the bathroom mirror to see if the concoction worked the way it was supposed to. Polyjuice potions can sometimes go awry if you don't pay attention to what you're putting in it.

"Heyyy, you look handsome." San grinned at Hongjoong's reflection, which now showed an exact replica of the dark-haired and dimpled wizard.

Hongjoong glared at San through the mirror, clearly unamused by his antics. His cheeky grin fell from his face. It was only then that he realized how much time was left for Hongjoong to get to class.

"You have to hurry. You've got less than five minutes." He shoved a small satchel into the Ravenclaw's chest. "Here's all my stuff."

"Yeah, yeah." Hongjoong waved San off, hurrying out of the bathroom.

The Ravenclaw disguised as a Slytherin grumbled to himself, suddenly regretting doing this "favor" for his friend.

It's completely foolish.

Why did he let himself be swayed by sweets?

Stepping into San's herbology class, Hongjoong moved towards a seat near the back of the room. This wasn't his first time using a Polyjuice potion. He had done so for practice in potions class a year prior, but he had never used it for real life circumstances such as this one. What if someone tried to talk to him? He would have to pretend to be San. What would San even say? Probably something stupid.

Please don't let anyone try and talk to me.

He wished you were there. You'd help calm him down and tell him everything would be okay. No. You would have turned the whole idea down in an instant. If San had brought up this half-baked idea moments earlier while you were still in the dining hall, you would have shut him down.

"No way is Hongjoong going to do that. San, you're my friend, but you've gotta tough this one out. Plus, it's just one test."

That's what he imagined you would say.

"Alright class, get your quills and parchment ready. The quiz is about to start."

Letting out a long, drawn-out sigh, Hongjoong retrieved the items from San's satchel and began the test.

An hour and a half later, class had ended, the rather stressed Ravenclaw feeling like he could breathe a sigh of relief. The test wasn't all that difficult. He was a year above San, so he remembered some of the material from when he had taken herbology his sixth year. At the very least, he got San a high B, which was probably much better than the forgetful Slytherin could have done.

Hongjoong stepped out of the classroom, planning to make a beeline for the bathrooms before the potion wore off. He zipped past students, weaving his way through the flurry of witches and wizards. When the sign for the boys' bathroom was in his line of sight, he picked up his pace, wanting to get there quickly. Until...

"San!"

You had just gotten out of your potions class that let out a little early for the day. Spotting a familiar head of dark hair hurrying down the hall, you called out to him, finally having found the opportunity to speak to San alone.

"There you are." You ran over to him.

"Hey, Y/n." He greeted with a smile, seeming a little off.

"How'd your test go?"

"I think I did alright." He responded.

"That's good to hear. Cramming works sometimes." You gave him a light slap on the back. "Listen, I really wanted to talk to you earlier, but Hongjoong was around so I couldn't. Do you have time?"

This caught his attention.

Something you couldn't say around him? Was there something you and San knew that he didn't?

"Of course. What is it?"

He could see you were a bit nervous, maybe even a little hesitant, but waited for you to speak.

"I'm finally gonna confess to him."

"San's" eyes widened upon hearing that as it clicked into place instantly.

"To Hongjoong?" He questioned, just to make things a bit clearer.

"Yes, to Hongjoong. Why do you seem so surprised? You know I've been crushing on him for two years."

"Two—" He paused, clearing his throat in an attempt to gather himself. "Y-Yeah. Of course."

Your face fell a bit in realization.

"Oh. You're not surprised... you think it's a bad idea. Don't you?"

"No!" He spoke up abruptly, being a bit louder than he intended. "I mean... I think you should go for it."

"Really?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

You chuckled. "You're a bit enthusiastic about it. It's almost like you know he'll say yes or something." Your expression was then replaced with horror. "You didn't say anything to him, did you?"

"No. I didn't. I just have a feeling that he probably feels the same as you. I'm a guy. We know these things about each other."

He cringed internally at that last part, but it seemed like something San would say, so he went with it.

"Ah." You nodded, taking in deep breath. "Okay. Well, if you see Hongjoong, could you tell him to meet me at the Marble Staircase Tower on the top floor, you know, the one that overlooks the Quad?"

"Yes! I'll be sure to tell him."

"Thank you. I'm so nervous."

"You'll do f—" Hongjoong had reached a hand out to place on you shoulder, pausing when he saw his polished pinkie.

The potion was beginning to wear off. He needed to get out of there fast.

Noticing the expression on "San's" face, you spoke up, asking if he was alright.

"I'm fine! Good luck with Hongjoong. I have to go."

You didn't have time to reply as San hurried off, bumping into people as he headed down the corridor.

"Choi San!" Hongjoong shouted, storming into the bathroom.

The wizard in question jumped in response to his name being called so loudly. Stepping out from a stall, he was met with Hongjoong, who seemed to have already returned to normal.

"Ah. You're done. How did it—" He couldn't even finish his sentence for Hongjoong blowing up.

"Y/n has had a crush on me for two years and you didn't say anything?" He exploded.

San's eyes became wide before he tilted his head in confusion.

"How did you know?"

"She stopped me in the hallway to tell me she was finally going to confess. She thought I was you."

San's mouth formed an O shape as he realized the cat had been let out of the bag.

"I can't believe you didn't say anything." Hongjoong went on.

"I promised her I wouldn't. How would you feel if someone told your crush you liked them and they didn't feel the same?"

"San, that's the issue. I like her."

The Slytherin's eyes widened in surprise.

"How was I supposed to know?"

Hongjoong sighed, realizing he had no reason to be upset. "You weren't, because I never said anything."

"Well, she said she was going to confess to you. Did she tell you anything else?" San asked.

"She wants me to meet her at the Marble Staircase Tower."

The Slytherin's jaw dropped.

"Then, what are you doing standing here? You have to go meet her." He rushed.

"But... what would I say?"

"Just act casual. Think about it as if you don't know why she wants to meet with you."

"But I do know why she wants to meet with me."

"Pretend you don't." With one, final shove, San pushed Hongjoong out of the bathroom. "Now, go get your girl, loverboy!"

"San!" He whisper yelled.

"Go! Go!"

Hongjoong sighed and started down the corridor, heading in the direction of the Marble Staircase Tower, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest.

By the time he arrived at the bottom of the tower steps, he was out of breath, but his determination overpowered his exhaustion as he continued on. He hurried up the stairs, sometimes skipping one in an attempt to reach the top faster.

The opening for the highest floor came into view and as Hongjoong reached the top, he spotted you waiting for him, fiddling anxiously with the sleeves of your robe. His heart fluttered nervously as he approached you.

"Y/n?"

You turned, your face lighting up at the sight of him. He wouldn't have noticed this had he not known your feelings for him.

"Hongjoong. You made it."

"Of course I did. What did you want to see me for?"

He could see the way your shoulders raised as you took in a deep breath in preparation for what you were about to say.

"There's something important I want to say to you before I chicken out." Your eyes met his, as if to get confirmation to continue.

"Yes. Anything. Tell me anything." He nodded, his round eyes watching you with anticipation, waiting to hear your confession fall from your pretty lips.

"Hongjoong, I've had a crush on you for two years. I know this is abrupt and you probably don't feel th—"

"I like you too." He cut you off.

"Wh-" You paused. "What?"

"I have a confession too. It wasn't San you talked to in the hallway."

Your expression dropped immediately.

"San asked me to take his test for him and I agreed."

"Polyjuice potion." You muttered under your breath as everything clicked into place.

"Right."

"So, I practically confessed to you right there." It was a question, but it came out as more of a statement.

Hongjoong nodded wordlessly, confirming your fears. But wait... he said he liked you too, did he not? You were too busy being surprised that Hongjoong used a Polyjuice potion to pose as San that you completely glossed over his confession.

"You said you liked me too?" You asked.

"I do. A lot."

He bravely took a step forward, his eyes briefly flicking down to your lips. The feeling of his palm brushing against your cheek as he cupped it made you realize what was about to happen, and you most certainly weren't against it. You watched with bated breath as Hongjoong inched closer to you, the space between your faces diminishing until you could feel his lips ghost against your own. You didn't wait for him to initiate the kiss, instead you leaned forward, being the one to close the sliver of space that was between your mouths.

Hongjoong's eyes fluttered closed at the contact, his hand that cupped your cheek moved to the back of your neck to pull you in closer, needing more of you.

Your body felt like it was on fire, as if someone had cast an incendio spell on you. Your fellow Ravenclaw was feeling very similar, his body rushing with warmth as he held your bodies flush against each other. Your fingers clung to the collar of his robe, tugging in an almost desperate manner as you pressed your mouth closer to his, a blissful sigh escaping you. It didn't take long for things to get heated, the both of you kissing each other with such ferocity that you wondered if anyone could hear you.

As much as he didn't want to, Hongjoong pulled away, both of you huffing breathlessly. You glanced up at him with half-lidded eyes, your brain still foggy from such an intense kiss.

"I hate to put a stop to this, but we've got a transfiguration class in seven minutes." He mentioned hoarsely.

You groaned in disappointment, dropping your head onto his shoulder. "I totally forgot."

"We can always continue in the Ravenclaw common room after classes are over."

You lifted your head at that and Hongjoong could see a glam in your eye that made him chuckle.

"We should go." He mentioned, smoothing your hair out. "Don't want to be late."

Seonghwa ⟡ Yunho ⟡ Yeosang ⟡ San ⟡ Mingi ⟡ Wooyoung ⟡ Jongho

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I just had a Crazy thought. Idk if I’ve EVER read a Ton Riddle x ftm Reader before and now I’m CURIOUS. Pls （＾ν＾）

yk, i dont think i’ve ever seen one either 🤨 which is some BULLSHIT if you ask me

ANYWAYS i have no idea what this is but yk i actually finished something so that’s pretty girlypop. also GODDAMNIT i need more tom using 40s slang

phoenix tears (chapter three of phoenix tears) — 40s! tom riddle x ftm! dumbass! granger! reader

he’s babygirl i don’t make the rules

problem solving by creating more problems, a case study by harry potter and y/n fr

glad to see all of the ftms have found my acc, i love all of y’all mwah

TWs: ‘40s era homophobia; couple of outdated homophobic slurs; i guess tom misgendering reader? but he like, doesn’t even know what being trans is so-

requests? please? i beg??

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“What’s this?” You pulled a wrinkled old book out of Harry’s trunk, sitting down on the wood floor of his dorm, crisscross applesauce.

The cover must’ve once been very fine leather, but it was now warped with water damage and age. The pages were brittle and seemed liable to disintegrate at the lightest touch. But the most prominent part of the book was that there was a charred black hole right through the center.

“Huh? Oh- Tom Riddle’s diary. His very first horcrux,” Harry glanced up at you from where he was also sat on the floor, desperately trying to organize all of the shit that was in his trunk to begin with.

“Is it dangerous?”

“Nope, not in the slightest.”

You opened the cover, the leather creaking and cracking under the slightest pressure. You were surprised to find that the diary was completely blank inside. You flipped through a few more pages; nothing. It was totally empty.

Unless Tom Riddle had only written in the center of where the odd, charred hole was. Which was, y’know, pretty unlikely.

“How’d you destroy it?”

Harry frowned to himself, trying to decide if Runes homework from two years ago should go in the keep or throw away pile. “Basilisk fang. Has Ginny seriously never told you?”

You shook your head, eyes wide. He grinned at you, handing you a stack of various important-looking documents mixed in with past homework assignments to go through, and immediately dove into his story of shallow teachers and secret chambers and blood on the walls.

You gaped at him in awe as he finished his story. “But wait- if Fawkes’ tears were all you needed to like…heal and not die, would the same work on the diary?”

Harry paused, looking up at you. “That’s…a good question.”

“Think we should try?” You asked. “Maybe Teenager Tom could talk some sense into Adult Tom?”

Harry seemed to genuinely consider it before shaking his head. “Ach, but Hermione would kill us.”

Your shoulders dropped and you frowned as you think about your sister. “But…she’s at the Burrow tonight, remember?”

“Well,” Harry said slowly, still on the fence. “If Hermione’s not around to scold us...”

~~~ “This was a terrible idea this was such a terrible fucking idea-”

The diary smoked and hissed, writhing around on the floor. The book flapped open, the pages ruffling around and fizzing.

Scrambling backwards, you clung onto Harry, praying Slughorn wouldn’t walk in. Or worse, Filch.

You’d snuck into the Potions classroom after curfew, hidden under Harry’s invisibility cloak, with the intent of finding phoenix tears. After going through Slughorn’s potion cabinet, you'd found the vial all the way in the back. Which, of course, had led to you two deciding to test your theory about the diary right then and there.

The diary suddenly made a pop noise, like someone cracking bubblegum. It then stilled all of its movement, lying open at the center of the book, when a dark liquid, ink, began seeping out from it. The ink pooled around the book, turning all of the pages black and heavy.

You mentally cursed the stain it would leave on the flagstones.

The diary then erupted with a bright light, rattling against the floor with the exertion of whatever magic it was using.

Harry pushed you back behind him, forcing you to sit down and throwing his invisibility cloak over you, then pulling out his wand. Taking an offensive stance in front of where you were hidden, he waited, every muscle in his body coiled like an animal waiting to lunge.

The light seemed to grow thicker, like honey, and started taking a corporeal form. Then just like that, the light vanished, and the form—a person, by the looks of it—crumpled on the floor in a rather undignified heap.

The person staggered to its- his feet.

Tom Riddle, you thought, holding your breath.

God, he was pretty.

He started laughing, seemingly unaware of neither you nor Harry’s existence. “O Lord and butter, now we’re cooking with gas!”

You blinked. All of that was English, but not a single word of it made sense.

How old was Tom Riddle?

Harry took a tentative step forward, hiding his wand behind his back. “Are…you alright?”

Tom whirled around, startled by the sudden voice. He looked Harry up and down appraisingly before a wild grin spread across his face. “All reet? A schnook done brought me back!” He laughed rather maniacally, eyes gleaming. “What’s your name then? I oughtta thank you.”

Harry’s lips thinned. “We’ve met before, Tom.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised. “We…have?”

Wordlessly, Harry pushed up his fringe.

Tom drew in a sharp breath. “Potter.”

“Riddle.”

“So what, you’ve brought me back to kill me again?” He sneered. “There’s no basilisk around to save you this time, Potter.”

When Tom took a step towards Harry, you gasped quietly—evidently not quietly enough though, because Tom’s head swung around towards you.

He stared straight at you. You held your breath again, praying that he’d go back to threatening Harry, or something.

Instead Tom stepped closer to you, mumbling a quiet Revelio. He smiled and leaned down, tugging the cloak off of your head.

“Well well well, what’s this? A spook?” He pulled the cloak off of you completely, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Hm. Well aren’t you a bit of a scrag, cookie?”

“I’m…sorry…?” You questioned, baffled. “I don’t speak old.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a bit plain and homely, doll,” he said with a mock-apologetic look on his face. “In the nicest way possible.”

“Aw, shucks,” you said dryly. “I was worried the genocidal maniac who’s killed a bunch of our friends might think I’m unattractive.”

He raised an eyebrow at your sarcasm, looking you up and down again. “Ah. Or are you a swish?” He asked, tilting his head. “Can’t quite tell.”

“A swish?”

“You know, a queer. One of those.”

You cringed. “Harry, make him go back in the fucking diary.”

“Did I hit a nerve, doll?” Tom asked with a smug smile.

“Not really, but I have a feeling that if I have to deal with your ancient ass any longer, you will.”

“Ooh, well ain’t you got moxie, little thing? Tell me, you a dame or a fella?”

“Ah yes, the two genders,” you mumbled under your breath, causing Harry to snort and cover his mouth with his hand. “I’m a uh…‘fella’.”

“You sure look like a gal to me.”

“Yeah, and you sure look like an asshole to me.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I see. You’re a mudblood, aren’t you?”

“Lot of sass coming from Mr. Pureblood over here.”

Tom took a striding step towards you, his teeth gritted and his fist raised.

“Wow, resorting to Muggle fighting? Wouldn’t expect that from you, Thomas Marvolo.”

His cheeks flared red with anger. “I oughtta-”

“It really sucks being made fun of for your blood status, doesn’t it?” You asked casually.

Tom paused.

He took a step back.

“All reet. I’ll admit, you got me there.”

Harry scowled. “Look, we wouldn’t have brought you back unless we had good reason. And Old You is now indiscriminately killing Muggles, which seems like a pretty fucking good reason, if you ask me.”

“Ah. Yes. That does seem to be an issue,” Tom acquiesced. “But why me?”

“We figured you could reason with Old You?” You jumped in. “Or at the very least, you’re the least corrupted; you have the most soul left.”

Tom shrewdly glanced between you and Harry, then back at you. “What do I get in return?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. What do you want?”

“Not to go back into that damned diary,” he said vehemently. “Never again.”

You glanced over at Harry. He shrugged. “We can try…?”

“Hipper dipper,” Tom replied dryly. “Where do we start?”

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“Well that’s a barney old game the old coot’s been making you play, huh?”

“You’re just saying words,” Harry mumbled, resting his chin on his hand as you all sat at one of the Potions classroom tables. “Not a single part of that was comprehensible.”

“He basically just said that you’re fucked,” you shrugged. “You’ve been doomed to die since you were born. Dumbledore’s been raising you like a lamb for slaughter.”

Tom looked at you, surprised. “Well…yes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Smarter than I look, Thomas.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll stop as soon as you you stop calling me a fairy.”

He furrowed his brow. “Why’s that bother you so much?”

“It’s a fucking slur, Thomas. This ain’t the forties, or whenever you’re from; people are allowed to be gay now.”

Tom froze, eyes wide. “W-what?”

“Yup.”

“Well, cut off my leg and call me shorty,” he murmured, amazed.

“Wait’ll he finds out you’re trans,” Harry mumbled, snorting.

You elbowed him in the side, rolling your eyes.

“Trans…?” Tom questioned.

“We don’t have that much time, Thomas. Focus up.”

“Natch, all reet,” he shook his head. “Are we ready then? Plan all set?”

You nodded, a sly grin spreading across your face.

“Let’s go fuck some shit up.”

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chapter four

[circeyoru]

Dude, this question just came to me after I finished reading the latent charter of Overlord Colector udhdhsh

Does Reader/Colector talk with the 7 deadly sins? If so, do they like any of them (Maybe Asmodeos? If so, do they also know about his relationship with Fiz hdjdbdhhdhshs)

Idk, this just came to me, sience the 7 deadly sins are also quite powerfull hdhdhs

Hope I'm not disturbing! HOPE U HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/DAY HDGSJSGSU :D

This is for {Collection of Overlords}, check MASTERLIST for the work

No worries, no distrubance~!

As for your ask, short answer: Yes.

You, as the Collector, do talk to the other 7 Sins. They treat you as the Ruler of Hell as well, but they will listen to Lucifer's orders just because you are fine with it. If you object, then they will try to diswayed Lucifer or outright disobey. Since you hold more power and authority than Lucifer in their opinion.

The 7 Sins are under you and the Hell royalty (namely Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie). Think of them as the third in power. As embodiment of a sin, they are counted as Hellborn and know of your existence. They bow before you in the times before Lucifer fell, only 'changing' alligence when Lucifer rose to the throne and because you let it.

Communication with you is scarce because there was no need. They are essentially Kings and Queens of their own Ring, until you pop up for a visit. You do chat with them from time to time, even though you know everything about them and their situation in the Rings. A bit like the thing with the Overlord meetins.

(if you don't watch Helluva Boss, then you might not know who I'm implying. But I'm labelling their Ring and I'm going with the known ones in the show)

Pride Ring: Lucifer Morningstar. Naturally you already know him and is his mentor. The Pride Ring doesn't originally have a 'Sin' per say cause you were named as the Ruler of Hell instead of a Ring

Gluttony Ring: Beelzebub. You and her go well, even though she's a party type and you were more quiet and calm. You enjoy her chaotic nature. The care you have is actually from her, she has authority but cares for the demons at her party. Of course, you support her and her little boyfriend, Vortex. You didn't care if it wasn't fitting due to the status thing, you just think they fit.

Greed Ring: Mammon. Yeah. Do I need to say more? You do not care for his disrespect. While he dedicates a lot of money to you and you take it, you doesn't support his extreme exploitation of the Hellborns since they weren't have a choice of being born as one.

Lust: Asmodeus. You love his dramatic character. He is said to be the weakest, but you didn't care. You love that he stands for true love. It was interesting to hear his lecture on it and why he doesn't do love potions that forces love and feelings on someone. That was a reason why you were against Valentino with his love potions. As for Fizz, this love Sin's boyfriend IMP, you know about them and support them just the same. Though you don't exactly see why they were hiding it and why Asmodeus was hiding you to not bless their relationship since if it was true love as he claimed, why hide? But you don't question it, since it's not your relationship.

[rambird12]

The Mist path

Female reader Chosse you own adventure. 18 plus only

Ace the Salamander.

The mist seemed to clear and Y/N wiped her brow was it just her imagination or was it getting hot. You looked around and noice that the woods were suddenly black and broken as if a forest fire had taken place. The ground was hardened  and walking a few paces further there was a small lake of lava. Y/ N licked her lips she was suddenly very thirsty ,”If you need something to drink it’s over there”  a voice 

Rang out to her left. Looking over you notice a tall orange skinned creature  was laying on a bunch of rocks. He was smiling  and a pair of short horns coming out of his head; on top of which was a mop of black hair and wearing an orange cowboy hat.  Looking over him you saw that be had small claws on his heads a long lizard like tail. A salamander a lizard of fire. “Who are you” you asked him “my name is Pardaz d Ace , just Ace for short he replied. “What’s a nice girl doing out here “? He asked grinning  “oh you know just exporling , trying to kill some time” you answered. This Ace was very polite for a salamander , well the only salamander you ever met and he was pretty hot looking no pun intended. “I hear ye Ace said  right now  I’m by myself right now, brothers are doing other things right , epiclly my younger brother he’s asleep right now and won’t be up till morning”. You were intrigued Ace had brothers but weren’t with him right now, he sounded lonely right now. “Is there anything I can do for you  to keep you company”? You asked. Ace smiled it made you feel warm. “I was just about to go for a lava swim if you want to join me?! He replied getting up from his rock making a small jump into the lava pool.  You took a step back a look of disbelief on your face he wasn’t serious … Ace head poked out of the lava and looked with a look of amusement; you finally found your voice  ‘“well I’d love to you said sheepishly but I’m not sure I survive  being human and all”… Ace chuckled and pointed a finger to a stone table that had a bootle on it. “Just drink that he said it’s a potion that will granted flame and magma protection, my friends and brothers take it when we hang out.”  You walked over to where he was pointing and picked up the bootle. Were you really going to drink it? You looked at Ace who nodded encouragely . Why not you stranger things have happened. You opened the cork and and drank the potion. It tasted spicy with what made you think of hot sauce mixed soda, your mouth felt as if you were eating popping fizzing candy. Finishing the potion and putting the bootle back on the table you felt as if your whole body was very cool. Taking your clothes off (you weren’t sure if the potion would transfer) you than ran and jumped into the lava pool with a splash. 

To your great relief the potion worked ! The lava had no effect on you in fact the lava felt at most like a Luke warm bath. You turned to Ace who was smiling at you , “I’ll race you to the other side of the pool “ he exclaimed , “you’re on you shouted” ! You took after Ace  chasing him through the lava in a breast stroke following him around the  hot liquid water , splashes of warm lava  in your wake. After a couple of laps as well as some back and forth splashing between you two; you found yourself laying against Ace’s chest as he rested against the end of the lava pool’s rocks.  Ace rubbing your breasts in small  cycles  causing you to solve moan; while you rubbed yourself against him causing small growls from him. The hot fricksion causing ever more hot tension between you til finally you both relaxed and rested against the rock edge .You stayed like that for a while, before finally deciding it was time to get out (you didn’t know how long that potion would last after all.) Ace seemed to be asleep so you swim over to rocks away from him and climbed out of the lava. You shook yourself of any stray lava and went over to pick up and put on your colthes. You looked back at Ace who was still sleeping “thanks for the fun night swim you told him but I think I must be going bye” . You walked away and if you didn’t know better Ace was smiling…. You walked through the burned out woods and as you traveled you noticed the greenery returning. The trees began to look less burnt and more heathy and leafy. You soon came across to meadow filled with strange plants and multi colored moths flying about them. To other side ways path that led to a mountain side with an opening which could only be a cave.

Which path do you take 

Meadow path

Cave path 

[chrobinsane]

What I really need in my life is a woman who would give me love potion pop fizz for valentines day

[ardenwritesegos]

Emotions are High: Chapter 1

Based loosely on @iamvegorott 's ego universe.

Also, both Dark and Engineer Mark switch from He/Him to They/Them every now and then. Just wanted to ease the confusion.

This was it. Just one more ingredient and Marvin would be done. That final edition was in his hand. It was a glass vial with a dark blue liquid, labeled: ‘Separating Agent.’ Marvin poured the liquid into a regular measuring cup before pouring it into a small cauldron. The potion exploded into rainbow smoke, bubbling a few moments before settling. The look of it was similar to dark brown soda, fizz and all. Just as he planned. The magician gathered up glass soda bottles from his vial shelf. Boy, Mad was going to love this, he thought to himself. The empath had always wondered if such a thing was possible. Marvin now had proof that it actually was. He just had to ensure all hell didn’t break loose.

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 Another day, another morning rush. The kitchen and dining room were bustling with egos, each one getting a different breakfast. Dark held nothing but a mug of black coffee. The text on it read: ‘Paradox Detected.’ The dining room was loud with the sound of morning conversation, similar to a school cafeteria at lunchtime. Dark entered, heading straight for a seat next to his favorite glitch. 

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Dark and Brooding,” Anti smirked. 

“Good morning to you as well,” Dark responded, feigning offense. 

“C’mon, you know you love me,” the virus cooed teasingly. 

“Do I, now?” Dark retorted. 

“Why, yes…I do,” the being leaned into Anti, planting a small kiss on his lips. Across from them sat Chase and Engineer Mark–or Gin, as he was now called. 

“Could you guys get a room?” Chase joked. 

“We’re trying to eat here,” the engineer spoke as if his throat was full of vomit. 

“As if you haven’t done worse, ‘Ginny,’” Anti replied while doing a mocking voice for the gushy nickname. A bit of red flooded Gin’s cheeks, remembering some of their lovey-dovey moments. He shook himself out of it within a moment, face still flushed. 

“That’s not the point!” Engineer screamed, speaking quickly. Brody struggled to hold in a laugh. A breath of amused air escaped from his nose. 

“You’re supposed to be on my team here!” Gin turned to Chase, only partially faking anger. 

“I am,” Brody replied with a scrunched smile, still holding in a wave of laughter. 

“Sure you are,” Gin said with fake suspicion.

“Want me to prove it?” Brody asked in a low voice before kissing the engineer’s stubbled cheek. 

“Not really helping with my case, Chase,” Gin’s cheeks only became redder. 

“So I win then?” Anti smiled proudly. Gin pouted in response, flipping the glitch off. 

“Come on now, children,” Dark spoke in a motherly voice, surrounded in a mostly red aura. 

“It’s time to eat.” 

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Marvin entered with a wheely cart full of his potion. Each bottle sat in a built-in hole on top of a flat surface. He looked around for Mad, but couldn’t find him. Not unusual. Mad was usually one of the first egos to wake up. He was probably in the dining room, then. Marvin just had to–

“Well, hello there!” Wilford greeted. Shit. This was exactly what he didn’t want, though he shouldn’t have expected any less, especially in a crowded place like this. He thought that maybe everyone would be too absorbed in their own conversations to notice anything. But such an assumption can’t be made when it comes to WIlford Warfstache. 

“What have you got in that goodie cart?” Warfstache looked intently at the potion cart–or “goodie cart”– like a dog noticing a box of treats. The only difference was this one had opposable thumbs. 

“It’s about time you used your magic for something useful,” he joked, grabbing a bottle from the cart. Without hesitation, Warfstache popped open the drink and inhaled it in seconds. 

“Tastes like Dr. Pepper, not really my taste. But I know just the fellows who would like it,” in a flash of pink, both Wilford and the potion cart were gone. Great…

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“Well, I gotta get back to it,” Gin announced, finished with his meal of cereal and coffee. 

“Do you gotta?” Chase looked at him in faux sadness, like a disappointed child. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Gin whined. 

“I have to get this device made as soon as possible. You know how Google is,” the engineer was making a new generator, specifically for the Googles’ devices. The androids didn’t have a solid device to keep their machines going in case of a storm. Their whole work room would go out at the tamest of rainstorms. Knowing Gin’s expertise, Googleplier reluctantly asked him for help. Since then, Gin had been up late multiple nights. Hell, he only got sleep because of his boyfriend. 

“Okay,” Chase huffed. 

“See you at dinner. If not, I’m dragging you there,” he warned. It was far from a joke. The egos had been greeted by Chase carrying Gin to the kitchen multiple times. He started out trying to wiggle out of Chase’s arms. Eventually, however, he just gave in and accepted it. He needed to eat, anyway.

“Consider me warned,” the engineer replied. He turned to leave, but behind him poofed in Warfstache. 

“Fucking—” Gin exclaimed to himself. 

“You look like you could use a little drink,” Wilford picked up one of the bottles from the cart.

“Something to keep you going. Here,” he held out the bottle to the engineer. 

“Where did you get this?” Gin asked, concerned. 

“That doesn’t really matter,” Wilford waved his hand in dismissal. Gin gave him a look that said: ‘um, yes it does.’ 

“It’s Dr. Pepper,” he sang. 

“Oh,” Gin said, relieved. That quickly switched to an annoyed look. 

“Why didn’t you start with that?!” 

“That’s ‘Stache for ya,” Anti joked. The comment caused Warfstache to turn to Dark. 

“‘Want some, old friend?” Wilford picked up another bottle. Luckily for him–and unfortunately for Marvin–Dark had been craving some of the sugary drink for the past week. The creature nodded in response. Warfstache handed them the drink. 

“Okay, now I have to actually go,” Gin said. 

“See ya later, Ginny,” Chase replied. He walked up to his partner, giving him another kiss, this time on the lips. With that, the engineer left the room. 

“I should take leave myself,” Dark delicately rose from his chair. 

“Look at him, off to do his big-boy job,” Anti spoke like Dark was a friend going to his first day at the office. The creature simply smirked, a light laugh leaving his mouth. 

“And once that job is done, you can expect a…surprise,” the being teased, turning the smallest bit to face Anti. 

“I wonder what that could be,” Anti smiled, knowing full well what they were talking about. With that, Dark left. He did have a long day ahead of him, after all. 

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Gin sat at his work table. Its lamp provided the only light in the bedroom. The engineer found he worked best like this. Too many lights on during a job reminded him of…things he would rather forget. Anyway, back to work. He was writing down the final blueprints, when a sudden dizziness overcame him. The room around him felt blurry, like it was spinning; kind of like how Gin imagined it felt to be drugged. Within seconds, his head plopped on the desk in front of him. 

“Ginny, everyone’s going down for dinner,” Chase knocked before pushing open the ajar door. Gin didn’t respond. That was when he noticed the engineer sitting unconscious at his desk. He must have fallen asleep again. He hadn’t been getting a lot of it recently, after all. Chase tip-toed over to his boyfriend until he reached him. 

“Wakey-Wakey,” he lightly shook the engineer. 

“Don’t make me carry you,” Chase joked, trying to hide his concern. 

“Okay, this was funny, but you can stop now—” he was interrupted by a blast of rainbow light; a blast that pushed him to the ground. All colors, except purple, seemed to scatter and move to different parts of the manor. As fast as it came, the flash cleared, returning Chase to the darkness of Gin’s room with…Gin? It looked to be wearing a purple version of his jumpsuit. And they appeared to be shaking like a puppy. Chase looked confusedly at this new Gin. 

“Are you…?”

“Sort of,” purple Gin stuttered. He acted kind of like Eric. 

“To be honest, it’s-it’s going to be a lot to explain.”

My Ao3

[heart-star]

Reignited #lovepotionpopfizz and #heartbreakerbuckshot plus countdown and some #skylandersimaginators weapons in love element. Since skeptical people notice that love potion and arrows cliches are tiring and force love in my universe the smartest experts in fairytale magic, like Pop fizz, find a way to change some things and take away the power in the arrows and the love potions are mixed with the beast potion formula that turns pop fizz in his version we know. #popfizzxcoco #reignited #reignitedskylanders #heart #loveelement #bringbacktheskylands #skylanders #bomb #brawler #bowsling #sentinel #sorcerer #swashbuckler #smasher #quickshooter #knight #skylanderssenseis #faun #skylanderscountdown #pink #fuxia #fightingclasses #valentinesday2023 https://www.instagram.com/p/CopbkvuIlJb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[unofskylanderspages]

Pop Fizz had two standard variants. The first was a red counterpart called Punch Pop Fizz, who is available in the 3DS Starter Pack of Giants and was later available in a single pack. He also has a Valentine's Day counterpart called Love Potion Pop Fizz, who was available in single packs. Additionally, he has also has an Easter alter ego, Hoppity Pop Fizz, who was only available in Skylanders: Lost Islands for a limited time.

[trustdesire]

Ozzie is glad that Fizzaroli finally broke himself free of that damnable Mammon asshole. Of all the other Sins, greed is the one he likes the least. Greed leads to jealousy, and jealousy is the number one killer and blocker of lust, as far as he's concerned. Greedy assholes wanting someone they can't have, jealously buying those disgusting love potions from the Vees.

But old habits die hard, and it breaks his demonic heart to see Fizz still obsessing over the image of perfection that Mammon forced him to have. Ozzie loves his little imp lover, flaws and all, and he worries sometimes that he doesn't show it enough, or else why would he still be obsessing over a little bit of make-up out of place?

At least he's rehearsing for his club willingly and because he wants to, not because of some obligation or contract. If Fizz wanted to just be his sugar baby and never work a day again in his life? Ozzie would be fine with that. But the clown's life is performing, and the higher demon knows that. He'd never take it away from him.

"No, Froggie, but you're neglecting yourself. Do you really gotta rehearse that number five times in a row? You've got it down, baby, and you're gonna be on fire tonight for the show." Ozzie grins as he reaches a hand up to pat Fizz on the head, nuzzling right back against the imp with a grin. "But if you wanna have the energy to give the pop and pizazz I know you want, you gotta eat, baby."

@trustdesire sent ❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder (to Fizz)

One of the things Fizzarolli loves about being with him is how easily the other demon carries him around. One quick motion ensures that Fizzarolli is thrown over Ozzy's shoulder.

He only gives a slight squeak of surprise. Apparently having been so wrapped up in focusing on rehearsal with the next show at Ozzie's club means he hadn't heard his lover approaching.

With the need to always be perfect, it's hardly any wonder that he'd tuned out anything other than the task at hand. The make up items that had been in his hand clatters onto the vanity as he's lifted with ease.

Fizzarolli would know those hands anywhere, even without looking, he shifts to nuzzle his head against the Asmodeus' neck, nosing at the flesh there in affection.

"I wasn't done." The imp complains in a dramatic whine but he is not struggling against the hold, though he squirms around to get more comfortable, fingers curling against Ozzie's back. There's no point in fighting his lover when he's decided that Fizz has had enough of whatever he's been focused on for so long.

"Did I neglect you?" Lips curl up in a teasing smile against the flesh of Ozzie's neck. He doesn't want to talk about his need for perfection or be asked if he's alright, so he mouths at Ozzie's neck instead in an attempt to distract.

[saintlesbian]

hey I’m really interested in unreleased skylanders lore can you talk about it

hoooo boy while i don't know too much about the overall lore of skylanders since i haven't played all the games yet, i DO know a bunch of fun shit abt the figures such as:

during the first Spyro’s Kingdom demo (conceptual prototype of Skylanders) Spyro wasn’t even in the original playable character roster?? instead they had these five designs take the top spot for a bit:

most of these designs are mostly unchanged from how they look in the final game (Bash, Ghost Roaster, Boomer) but the two in the middle kinda fell to the wayside…

the red dragon (aka Fire Dragon) was originally a stand in for Spyro since Spyro was originally was just going to be the ruler of the kingdom or something and give the player quests, but the devs decided to make Spyro playable anyways (for brand recognition) and ditch Fire Dragon entirely since he looked too similar to Spyro… however, his character model (left) can still be found in the files of Skylanders giants, and some say the NPC Flavius (right) could just be a designed version of Fire dragon…

cyclops snail (aka tarclops) was also playable in the first Spyro’s Kingdom demo, but got such a drastic visual overhaul with time that eventually it wasn’t even tarclops anymore, instead he became Zap in the final game.

only thing from tarclops that really carried over into Zap’s final design was his moveset and colors…

but they did turn him into a hat in Trap Team so I guess that makes up for it???

Sun Dragon was basically a prototype version of Camo, minus the fruit powers. In game he shot fireworks and sunbeams as his moveset… I think he was heavily based on eastern dragons in his design!

also, even though he was cut from the game and replaced with camo, Sun Dragon does make a cameo appearance in the opening cutscene of Skylanders: Spyro’s Adventure (maybe they used an older render of the animation that still had him in it by mistake???)

my fav of all the unreleased figures has gotta be heartbreaker buckshot tho. legit go crazy thinking about this one sometimes bc he looked so cool. unlike all the other unreleased characters that were just really early original concepts, heartbreaker buckshot was pretty much finished and ready for release. he had a gameplay preview cutscene of him rendered, figures printed ready for sale, and he had the spotlight on him on the Skylanders website for a bit, but at some point before release they just decided to cancel his release. heartbreaker buckshot was supposed to be a Valentine’s Day variant of Buckshot (since Skylanders sometimes did special color variants and even holiday themed variants) but at some point the designers realized his red eyes made him look less romantic and more creepy than intended, so they called the whole release off. there are some replica heartbreakers out there, but those don’t have the heartbreaker theme ingame (possibly bc they just removed that variant from the game too?? Idk)

but yea that’s all I remember rn abt unreleased Skylanders figures! I’ve been getting really into collecting color variants of Skylanders lately so um. yea!! I like this series a normal amount 😊

[golden-songbird]

whumptober day one: a little out of the ordinary

(tw for near suffocation, violence, and unsympathetic!patton)

Cooking is a skill that can easily be translated to other things. Baking, painting, crafting, and most of all, science.

Logan wasn’t the only side who could do experiments, but while he stuck to facts, pulling things from books and journals of doctors and professors, Patton preferred to dabble in what related to the occult. Potions, after all, could look so innocent on the outside.

Patton’s bedroom was stuffed to the brim with memorabilia. Nobody had the strength or energy to go through it all, which meant that nobody would be able to find any of the things that he preferred to keep hidden, for example: his potion ingredients. Powders and elixirs of all thicknesses and colors glowed as Patton stared at each one, determined to find the one he intended to use today. There were a lot of different potions Patton could make, but there was one in particular that he was looking forward to creating today.

The princely side was valiant and brave, brazen and brash. A good soul, but maybe not the best person. A heart of gold, but a mind of something more common. Too loud. Patton scowled as he thought about the prince’s voice. His raucous, penetrating melody that only he sang, and only he cared about. It was time for the prince to silence, at least for a day or two so Patton could hear himself think.

Green, red, gold, so many vials with different colored liquids. Patton rooted through each one, searching for the right one. There were quite a few silver vials, but Patton picked up one and inspected it for a moment before unscrewing the cap and carefully tipping the bottle into a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Roman’s favorite drink.

The silver elixir reacted with the unsuspecting hot chocolate for a moment, fizzing and popping, forming some small brown bubbles. But soon, it settled and silenced. Patton hoped this display was a mere preview of what was to come when the prince brought the infected beverage to his lips.

Thinking of seeing the prince so helpless, his eyes falling closed as his body became heavy in slumber, made Patton giddy. He picked up the mug and carried it out of his room, searching for his favorite victim.

“Roman, sweetie!” Patton called out, his voice like honey, “I have a little surprise for you!”

Quick and light footsteps could be heard pittering down stairs and down hallways, until the bright-eyed prince stood before Patton in all his willowy, radiant glory. Patton looked up at his lovely dear as he placed the mug into Roman’s hands.

“Woah, this hot chocolate smells amazing!” Roman enthused shrilly, causing Patton to force a smile. “I was just talking to Virgil about the coolest thing that happened in the Imagination, where the trees turned-”

“Yes, yes, drink up, honeypie!” Patton persuaded, trying to gently lift Roman’s hands, “You don’t want it to get cold. What do we say?”

“Thanks, Padre,” Roman said obediently as he drank the warm beverage, not stopping until the cup was completely empty. Perfect. “Now, as I was saying- ah!”

The cup fell and smashed onto the ground as Roman dropped it, bringing his hands to the sides of his head and holding it, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Ow, my head!” Roman exclaimed, “It really hurts! What’s going- what’s- what’s…”

Patton stared at Roman, waiting for his eyes to close. Waiting for his precious prince to fall to the ground, almost dead asleep. And he waited some more.

And he watched as Roman’s eyes grew wider, and he started to bounce up and down on his toes.

“I don’t understand what’s happening!” Roman shouted, “I don’t- I don’t know why I’m shouting! I feel so energized! It’s like I drank, like, five hundred cups of coffee!”

Patton couldn’t hide his contempt anymore, nor his confusion. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Why was Roman being even louder and more obnoxious than before? To Patton’s dismay, Roman started to run around the hallway, back and forth, back and forth.

“I have so much energy, I’ve just gotta get it out somehow!” Roman said, appearing to be a strange mix of happy and terrified, “Run with me, Padre! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

In a burst of extreme frustration, Patton grabbed a fistful of Roman’s shirt and shoved him against the wall, holding him in place. Roman squirmed and fought, staring at Patton with those gorgeously innocent eyes.

“Patton, what are you-”

“Shut up!” Patton roared, “For one second of your life, shut up! You think it’s the right thing to do, shouting all your business, all your opinions, as if everyone cares about what you think all the time?? You think just because you’re Creativity, you get to bother us with every little thing that comes across your pea-sized mind?? Huh??”

“I-”

“I’m going to teach you,” Patton muttered with gritted teeth, “I have other ways to get what I want. You’re not going to win again.”

“Win what??” Roman demanded, “I thought you wanted me to say what was on my mind! Let go of me!”

Roman was a bit taller than Patton, but his strength was pathetic compared to that of a real prince. As he tried to tug Patton’s arm away, the moral side’s grip of steel remained, even as Patton started to drag Roman by his shirt towards his bedroom. Roman stumbled and clattered behind, awkwardly bending down as his back ached in protest.

“Patton, please, I don’t know what you want from me!” Roman said as Patton threw him to the ground in his bedroom, shutting and locking the door. “Why are you being so mean??”

Patton didn’t respond. He was too busy hauling a large pile of things, from trophies to photo albums to musical instruments, throwing them overtop of Roman. The heavy objects clattered to the ground around Roman, and on top of him, pinning the prince to the ground. The last thing to join the pile was a giant cloth sack, filled with metal and plastic toys.

Roman groaned softly as he fought to climb out from under the pile, but all together, it was too heavy. The memorabilia pressed down onto his legs and chest, holding him in place. Even his left arm was almost completely immobile, and what made things worse was that Roman could still feel the strangely artificial energy running through his bloodstream, begging him to be let out in some way. It felt hot and itchy, to be trapped while this was happening.

“It didn’t work, why didn’t it work??” Patton muttered to himself once the deed was done, searching desperately through his collection of elixirs.

He rooted through the silver bottles, trying to find the one he used. When he finally found it, recognizing it by the blue cap, he searched around it for some kind of label. He didn’t find one until he checked the bottom of the bottle. A large red exclamation point was printed onto a sticker. Patton looked through the other silver bottles before finding one that looked exactly the same, the only difference being a few red z’s being printed onto the bottom sticker instead.

The wrong potion. It was so simple. Patton couldn’t believe he had made such an embarrassing mistake. He looked over at Roman, still struggling against the pile that was practically suffocating him. He smirked. Maybe this would teach the prince a lesson even better.

“Hey, sugar cake,” Patton goaded gently, walking over to Roman leisurely. “We’re going to play a little game, okay?”

“Please,” Roman huffed, out of breath, “Let me go. I don’t- know what I did wrong!”

Patton stepped on Roman’s neck, his pastel-colored sneaker digging into his throat. Roman let out a strangled cry, looking up at Patton helplessly.

“This,” Patton said, addressing Roman’s mouth, “All of this. I’m going to teach you to think before you speak, and control your volume. A prince is a gentleman, and you, Roman? You still sound like a baby. A little toddler whining for his mommy whenever you want anything. Now, we’re going to have a conversation, and if you answer too loudly, or say anything ungentlemanly, I’m going to add something else to our lovely little pile here. Don’t worry, darling. You won’t die. The worst that’ll happen is that you’ll pass out. But we’re going to hope it doesn’t come to that. If you work with me, then this will all be over in a snap! Got it?”

“I-” Roman started to protest, but remembered what Patton said. “Okay…”

“Much better!” Patton praised, kneeling down and patting Roman’s head, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No,” Roman mumbled, “How…are you doing, Patton?”

“I’m delighted you asked! A point for my darling Princey!” Patton said, “I’m doing wonderfully, Roman. How are you doing?”

“Good,” Roman replied simply and softly, his body starting to tremble under the weight of the items holding him down.

“If Logan were here, he would say that the proper response would be “well”, but he’s not here, so I’m going to be merciful and allow it,” Patton decided, “You’re doing fantastic. See how easy it is to be quiet? And don’t worry, if you ever forget, we can always play this game again.”

“I won’t forget,” Roman said quickly, urgently. “I promise.”

“Good boy,” Patton praised, “Now, last question. If Padre tells Princey that he’s staying here overnight, or staying here for ten more hours, which would be the longer time spent here?”

Tears formed in Roman’s eyes.

“I- I can’t-” he gasped, “I can’t stay here for that long, it feels like it’s crushing me.”

“That’s not an answer, lovely,” Patton said, “What if I changed the question to two nights? Twenty four hours?”

“It would be the same amount of time,” Roman blurted out in a strangled breath, “Right? If it’s 9 now, and the morning time is 7, then it would be the same.”

“Look at you, being so smart!” Patton cooed, “Now, pick one.”

“But- they’re the sa-”

“I don’t like hearing rudeness, Roman. Princes aren’t rude during conversations.”

“Ten hours,” Roman whispered. At least this way, he would be able to look at the clock on the wall and count down.

A grin formed on Patton’s face.

“Wonderful,” he said, “I’ll help you out when the little hand hits the 7. Goodnight, my prince.”

[nought-shall-go-ill]

⭐️ Would love to hear some director's commentary for The Other Half of the Sky!

And I would love to give some director’s commentary for The Other Half of the Sky, @kay-elle-cee! I am so sorry it has taken so long. I typed out a whole answer to this the other day, only for the app to delete it 😰.

This is also my first time doing a director’s commentary, so if there is some kind of etiquette I’m getting wrong, further apologies! With that all said and one, here are 6 facts about TOHOTs in honour of Chapter 6, which will come out… eventually.

Fact 1: The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad TOHOTS - This story originally started out very differently. I came up with the original plot about a year ago. Lily was still estranged from friends and close to Snape, but she became connected with the Order in a very different way. She was made Potions teacher at Hogwarts and very gradually got close to Transfiguration teacher James who was a single father to Harry after his Muggle wife was murdered. The plot was far more centred around their love story but the other main plot points were there, so I shan’t mention more about that because spoilers! However, I didn’t even start to write that original TOHOTS down. Something just wasn’t right about it. So I tucked it away until I found the missing piece…

Fact 2: I got love for you if you were around in the 80s, the 80s - The 80s culture drives a lot of my love for this fic. And I am wholeheartedly not ashamed of that. It was entirely what it needed to spark some fire into it again. Now, I absolutely do not think a fic needs to be culturally accurate to be interesting. As far as I’m concerned, as long as I’m having a good time, I don’t care how accurate it is with the language or culture. However, I am also a history and linguistics nerd, and I love reading and hearing about this era! And it has been a dream of mine for awhile to write something that really delves into it. With my own bizarre background and educational history, I’m strangely well suited to writing about the variety of people groups introduced in TOHOTS too. I love getting lost in the world of this era and feeling like I’m really there. I can only hope the readers do too. So, sorry Potions teacher Lily, I abandoned you for a Depeche Mode-listening, Mackem Mum-having, Silk Cut-smoking Lily instead and haven’t looked back. (This has also been a great chance for me to connect again with British culture too. Though a born-and-bred Brit, I don’t spend a lot of time interacting with my home country anymore and though I have… mixed feelings about it, it is still nice to connect with it from time to time.)

Fact 3: Lily & Dorcas’ Infinite Playlist - There just might be a scene coming up in Heaven— I mean Elyseum, Caradoc’s club, sometime soon. Maybe. Maybe. And just maybe I’ve made a playlist of songs that will be playing in the club at the time. Maybe. And that playlist just might include maybe such songs as (randomly selected): Olivia Newton-John & The Electric Light Orchestra’s Xanadu; Bucks Fizz’ Making Your Mind Up; The Go-Gos’ We Got the Beat; and Kate Bush’s Babooshka. *Slight spoilers for next chapter* but there is also going to be an adjacent bar attached to the club that plays more alt music, so expect lots of post-punk and new wave, as well as pop!

Fact 4: Honey I Blew Up The Fic - As some people might know this fic originally started off as a The Light Come Shining length one shot. It then became a 12 chapter multi chapter fic. Now, it is currently set to be around 42 chapters long. That’s quite the growth! But honestly, I prefer it this way. This has allowed me to explore far more of Lily’s story away from James, and I personally think it is a stronger story for that. Sure, it would probably need a professional edit if it were a published piece, but we’re here to learn and have fun ne.

Fact 5: Blech - In the name of being honest, I have one thing I dislike about this fic. Most of it I love, but that first paragraph… I just don’t know what I was thinking! I think I was trying to be like the sort of writer I’m not. Perhaps I shouldn’t admit to that, but it felt like something suitable for a director’s commentary. Not everything has to be perfect for you to love it. (Might go back and edit it one day though…)

Fact 6: The Good, the Bad and the Muggle-y - Though it won’t be a huge part of the plot, I also plan to explore Muggleborn reactions to 1980s current affairs in this fic. This might not be popular with everyone, I’m aware. Fanfic is escapism. But a lot of hardships occurred in the 1980s and though TOHOTS Lily is certainly flawed, I just can’t see her ignoring them entirely, at least not forever. In many ways, I want this to contrast canon in that way. Though Harry becomes more and more concerned with the Wizarding World (as he has every right to be), Lily is older and has a different fight to live through. I cannot see a movement that is so concerned with saving Muggle lives not becoming entangled with it… at least slightly. So, do expect more of that Muggle culture to come in and make a bit of a mess as it does.

And that’s it! I hope that is along the right sort of lines for a director’s commentary! I also plan to put out a little snippet later on too, so watch out for it.

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The other's voice was more than enough---to ignore someone who SOUNDED SO LOST AND PLAINTIVE went against her core character---no matter how disoriented and on edge she felt and on that path this....spirit....wasn't the true reason for the precipice threatening her anyway. She'd walked herself there and she'd throw herself off of it all on her own too, NO PUSHING REQUIRED.

"....Keep calling me 'ma'am' and I'll permanently call you charo, ishul?" This would be a lovely time to introduce herself---manners, proper and true---but she knew better. You never gave your name when spirits or crooked melalo were involved; not unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then.... "You can call me the Traveler for the time being. Don't move a single muscle either, not unless you want the veves scrawled within this dusty old place to lock you in here." It was only a partial lie---the veve of shining drops could do that and it was all over the walls---but it'd take some doing to utilize everything correctly. If she even could. No, it was best to start over.

Finally the knife she'd been holding aloft drops; the tip of the blade now pointing towards the rotting floorboards as the woman cocks her head to the side slightly, her gaze narrowing upon the space where the voice issued once more. There's a twitch, an internal pulling in her chest and for a second the blue coloring of her right eye shifts; as if someone had pierced the pupil in the center with a needle and left the blackness there to SPILL OVER LIKE A YOLK RELEASED FROM AN EGG, and then she can see...something...someone...nothing. Not enough. Not enough. Not enough. The attempt from earlier hadn't been enough. And here she thought she'd made progress.

Breathing slightly irregular now she bodily leans away from the door frame and turns--a part of her expects to hear footsteps after her own and is surprised by the silence---and heads towards the area she'd arranged her things. A potion would be easy enough; impermanent but easy, and maybe it would give her more peace of mind. Eyes flick over lines and lines of notes written in her own hand, shifting over equally numerous sketches and the occasional dried sample until...aha! Now steady fingers pluck a sprig of a rather strange plant that wraps around her fingers upon contact which she quickly shakes off into a nearby open jar. "Still out there, spirit? Don't go quiet on me now, alright? I'm usually not a scary person you know, you just caught me on...a bad day." Haha, that was funny.

Now powder and the thinnest rivulet of ink---not the supposed original ink from the bottle that never left her side, never that---is added to the jar and then capped, picked up, and then shook. Vigorously. The plant from before swirls against the ministration but, oddly, never leaves the center of the jar or the fluid inside and eventually there's a strange fizzing sound and then a pop---one hard enough to crack one side of the glass---and now the black ink carried a blue hue to it not unlike the woman's eyes as the plant disintegrates. Perfect.

Smiling a little now the Traveler closes the journal she'd been using and returns to the front room and with a faint flourish presents the jar before walking and setting it down at what she assumed was equidistant between them.

"The liquid in that bottle needs to touch your form; think like putting lotion or ointment on your hands, see if that helps our little...vision problem for a time. There are other things I can try but I'm not as confident with those." Her gaze briefly flicks to the myriad of planchettes hung to varying levels overhead. They were meant to protect---or so Flynn had claimed so to Kariom---and she did have one TIED TO HER EQUALLY BOUND JOURNAL---but....easy. Keep things easy. "Consider it a freebie, IT'S MY JOB TO HELP OTHERS after all, so let's work through your situation one thing at a time. And....I'm sorry for scaring you."

◌・❀➵ He wasn't expecting to be heard, most mortals didn't possess that ability, but it seemed she had a level of resonance above the status quo. Although, it wasn't strong enough to see him.

"There's no need for violence, ma'am." his voice is gentle as he carefully places the gardening book down. It didn't have any clues or drawings he could feasibly go off, so it wasn't any trouble to not finish it. Although he wants to, the water spirit does love to read. And if there was a way to reveal himself to her, he'd do it in a heartbeat, but there isn't, "I can't really show myself either, I'm a water spirit." he tries to explain, he could provide proof if she demanded it.

He has to be cautious, getting injured here wouldn't be ideal. And he feels awful for breaking into someone's home. Gramps would be so disappointed in him, "I'm really sorry, ma'am. I thought I could find a clue on how to get home. If I knew someone lived here, I would've never entered. I'll leave." he wished they hadn't met on such bad footing, having someone he could communicate with would have been the most ideal for his situation, but he wasn't going to push his luck and getting stabbed.